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They call them
brave and they
call them heroes.

As they drop
their bombs
while safely
away from the
battles below.
I remember you standing at the tip of the shore as lights from a near by bridge reflected off the waves. You motioned back and fourth as you walked me through your day. I tried to miss it but I couldn't, there was a look at one point and it was so clear we messed up. I wanted to be there so badly and for once you, who never has enjoyed the long term-company of anyone; wanted the same. A pair of  arms wrapped around you to comfort the chill and a warm pair of lips to greet your forehead. I imagined your feet tangled in mine as we spoke throughout the night of space and time. How vast and unforgiving, was the universal theme and how amazing it was to finally feel some comfort. At that point it didn't matter if the sky fell because we my dear, were falling with it.(I never was a fan of  parachutes)
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
ryn
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  •
            sing to
                   me a  song
                           so melodious...
                               •one of  sweet so-
                                    unding timbre•let it
                                        ••   capture and numb
                                           ••             me senseless•
                                            ••        ­          take me to a
                                             ••                ­       place and
                                             ••              ­             time so
                                              ••                               fami-
                                            ••             ­                    lia-
                                           ••               ­                   r•
     ••
     ••
     ••
where fond       ••                      
memories linger free•fr-                                  
om all worldly constraints•                                    
where our ears can see•the                                      
passing bliss in heaven's                                      
godly paint•                                      
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Concrete Poem 16 of 30

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As I write these words of mine
As I pass throughout time
I wish I wasn't blind
Of the love we left behind
Of all the sweet words you said
If I leave you I would rather be dead
Cause you are the person I want to be with til the end
You make the solid tree bend
With the love and affiction that you send
I hope our wounds would mend
And get back to the love we used to spend
And live our loves happy til the end
Without making it all just pretend
MINE by the divine right of Kings correction!
Blessed I am by his royal seal! -
Within his Love selection,
That no Thief may steal.

Thou is mine - here in vision;
Veto Death's repeal -
Dated, titled - with perfect precision!
And forevermore be mine, while the ages kneel!
Fat guy in a little coat
Fat guy in a little coat....
Lol If you don't know one of America's Best comedians I think one of top five best ever who died to young at 33 years of age from an overdose of ****** and *******.. Called a speedball..ironically john belushi died at 33 to.. Belushi was another great comedian who made all laugh around him.. Belushi was well known in movies like animal house .. Blues brothers movie... And !many others like the show saturday night live.. A well known show that lost all the great comedians.. The shows horrible now and hardly funny at all....though Chris Farley was an amazing artist and actor and comedian and a beautiful spirit with a wonderful heart.... He made everyone laugh around him and known in his movies with David ***** such as
( Tommy boy) and black sheep... Also Farley played in Wayne's world movie as a security guard... And Beverly hills ninja.. and many more.... Missing him as a comedian and a being on earth... As Robin Williams is another that died way to young which saddens me to think of it.... R.I.p Chris Farley...
We face the new cliches;
Hell is on earth and we keep it here,
we stand in it’s way.
Obstruct it’s path.

I am certain of very few things now

,but if anybody thinks a blank page makes
“4′33″ [John Cage],
they’re a ******* idiot,
because

If you’ve sat in silence in love
and sat in silence with demons,
and sat in silence in the rain,
or just outside it

You learn a little bit about silence.
Plant a seed and watch it grow. Plant a seed in warmth or snow.
But I hate the cold!
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
mori
and nice dark hair
a warm smile,
hands that hold you close
i was so close to falling for him
but i jolted awake
u coukd say he was my dream boy lmaoo i love being really terrible at jokes
Slap my hand
Bad! Bad boy!
Too much demand
Too many toys

Toss my heart
Back and forth
Play the part
What it’s worth

Don’t be mad
Are we jealous?
What we had
Doesn’t tell us

The bad ideas
Make us scared
The hate reveals
How we fared

I should’ve known
Should have seen
Karma has grown
From being mean

Protection has cost
Rejection has wisdom
All that’s lost
Perpetuates with them

Now she’s gone
So am I
I’m not fond
Of wrong goodbyes

Please help me stand
Please bring me joy
I’m just a man
I’m still a boy
I like to limit myself in writing as an exercise in restraint - this one is a three-word syntax until the end, where one more word is allowed.
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